Get Out Now, Frederik !!!

The sad truth is, darling, your purpose has been served, and there is no need for you to suffer any more.


You married the gold-digging skank. She has borne you two children, meaning that she is going to make out like a bandit with her appanage. She is a celebrity. She is rich. She is famous. Her future is secured.

Get out, Frederik.

Even if you were kind of a loser to begin with, moping around like you have some Great Burden on your lazy shoulders, you're even worse now. This woman is draining all the joy and energy that you ever had. And no, staying together for the sake of the children is not good enough. It's not good for you, and it's not good for the children, because they can tell when everyone around them is unhappy. Mary is ALWAYS going to be unhappy because she will never be Good Enough. Don't you want your children to at least have ONE happy parent?

Get out, Frederik.


See honey, no one is blaming you. You were in the midst of this maelstrom of emotions, with the Olympics, and meeting this girl who appeared so exotic to you, and then the death of your dear grandmother, and this girl could relate since she'd also had a tragic loss not long ago. But that didn't mean you had to marry her, Frederik. Still, you've always been searching, haven't you? Funny thing is, you didn't cry then. You cry at the drop of a hat now. But then, during one of the saddest moments of your life, you didn't. Something to think about.

Whether it was that expedition to Greenland or being a Frogman, you've always searched for something other than your CP duties, chafing from under your mother's cold, hard grip. You were so happy then - well, until your mom showed up, but still, it was something that brought you joy.


No one will blame you for choosing the wrong person. Many people do. And no one will blame you for choosing to, finally, take a stand. You've never done it in your life, this can be the perfect time. Choose to end this farce of a marriage. Choose to look forward, instead of being stuck with someone who only cares about clothes and stilettos.

She couldn't be bothered to be there for you when you jammed along with the Led Zeppelin cover band, could she? You had so much fun and she just couldn't bother, but off she was to shop and see her Private Parts Doctor in London, the first chance she could, with the rest of the Eurotrash. She looks at you with disdain, and you know it.


You knew it at your engagement dinner, didn't you? You knew she was not the person you'd imagined her to be. And then many times, you've looked like you would rather be anywhere else in the world. And no one can blame you.

Divorce is not a scandal anymore. You deserve better than being stuck with this social climber for the rest of your life. You won't be cruel, she'll get everything she wants, money, fame, clothes, and you can find someone who will truly want the best for you and be your friend and partner.

Get out, Frederik, while there is still time.